Re “She Roars, She Scores” (posted online Nov. 1): I was cut from the squash team after the second day of tryouts. Although not a student-athlete, I still took advantage of Princeton’s sports facilities. One afternoon, I got bad blisters from playing squash. As I came out of the shower in the women’s locker room in Dillon Gym, I noticed a sign “to the training room.” I figured the trainers would have something for my foot, even if I wasn’t on a team.
Wrapped in my towel, I followed the arrow on the sign to a door signed “Do Not Open.” I paused, pondered, backtracked, and followed the training-sign arrows again. Once more, I came to the “Do Not Open” door. I opened the door ... and was deep into the men’s locker room facing a toweled student.
“Mary, what are you doing here?”
“Rich, get me out of here!”
Rich led me through the maze of the men’s locker room to its exit. To get back into the women’s locker room, I had to go through the gym lobby. The student at the desk was too stunned to ask the barefoot, towel-clothed student for her ID. Yet again, Old Nassau had opened her doors to the women. Three cheers!
Re “She Roars, She Scores” (posted online Nov. 1): I was cut from the squash team after the second day of tryouts. Although not a student-athlete, I still took advantage of Princeton’s sports facilities. One afternoon, I got bad blisters from playing squash. As I came out of the shower in the women’s locker room in Dillon Gym, I noticed a sign “to the training room.” I figured the trainers would have something for my foot, even if I wasn’t on a team.
Wrapped in my towel, I followed the arrow on the sign to a door signed “Do Not Open.” I paused, pondered, backtracked, and followed the training-sign arrows again. Once more, I came to the “Do Not Open” door. I opened the door ... and was deep into the men’s locker room facing a toweled student.
“Mary, what are you doing here?”
“Rich, get me out of here!”
Rich led me through the maze of the men’s locker room to its exit. To get back into the women’s locker room, I had to go through the gym lobby. The student at the desk was too stunned to ask the barefoot, towel-clothed student for her ID. Yet again, Old Nassau had opened her doors to the women. Three cheers!